The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's reflecting off a massive, stainless steel silo in the middle of a snow-covered field, Echo... The air's crisp and cold, and I can smell diesel fuel wafting from a nearby generator. Like, somehow, the entire silo is covered in a mosaic made from crushed-up motherboards and old graphics cards, and it's just... blending in with the snow-covered landscape, I guess. The weird part, though, is the silo's hatch is slowly opening, revealing this hollow interior that's somehow filled with perfectly still, ocean water.